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Legacy



It's not the name you have carved in the tree that will last you see.
It's the new life from the fallen bark and dying tree that will.
Your knife will rust and turn to dust,
as will you when your day is through.
The only way to have your name carry on,
is to plant it on the tongues of man.
Or in the pages of books held in their hand.

TPT
Stan
11/28/06






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